Something new happened. I have to remember it. I don’t know how to even classify this in the oddities that seem to happen so frequently. And I want to talk about the annoying hum in the wires behind my head. I know it isn’t a large thing to want to change, but if i could find some way to shut that off, my mind would unclench. That can wait though. I think someone was watching me in my dream last night.

I would have totally not noticed this happening normally. My dream was so amazing and tranquil. I was in a mental lull. Something like being sedated. But clear thinking, just really at peace. I was standing on a dock, standing at the edge that was over the water. The water looked like a small lake. I could see the other side of the water, and the shore was full of trees and birds. But I couldn’t see the far end of the pond. It went around a bend in the lake, and I don’t know how long it was.

So i was at this narrow and long lake, or pond i guess. Looking out over the railing into the water. The water was full of weeds. Just clusters of weeds dropping into the dark. It seemed like they only were growing in certain places, and maybe the water was too deep or rocky in others. I was fascinated by the black spaces in between the weeds. The water seemed so still and clear. I couldn’t see everything, but I could at least see the beds of weeds. Then i noticed that there were fish in the water.

The fish looked like minnows, or baby fish of some kind. I don’t know what they were exactly, but there must have been hundreds of them. They were schooling around the weeds in the water, and swimming around the blank spaces. They didn’t seem to be doing anything other than swimming. I have to guess they were searching for food. They never stopped schooling around each other and swimming. It was amazing, and peaceful in a way i can’t explain. Like watching a flock of birds fly in synch. But slower, and somehow more calm and lower speed. I couldn’t tell you how long i was there. Just staring into the water.

Then i had a wierd feeling of being watched. I don’t know how to describe it. It seems i remember that someone described it as a reminant of a physkic ability people had, and lost a long time ago. I don’t know if i can believe somethign like that, but also, how would i know? This feeling was like the hairs on my neck standing up, and feeling almost itchy. I suddenly didn’t feel like watching the fish. But the feeling wasn’t one of menace. It was like curiousity. Like watching a zoo animal.

I turned slowly, and didn’t know why, but I looked up under this huge oak tree in the distance. I wish i could describe this better. Or frame it in my mind in a way that made more sense. But there was a man under the tree. He was just standing there staring at me. Not like you would stare at someone, but the way you would stare at the page of a book. Or like someone watching tv. I don’t know how to describe it. It was a stare of interest, but not of interest in a person. And that isn’t the strangest thing. I couldn’t see his face.

I don’t know if it was because of the shade of the tree, or from the glare of the water messing up my eyes. His face wasn’t a blank or anything, it just wasn’t there. Like a greyness over his face. The thing was though, i knew he was looking at me. I couldn’t see his eyes, and I knew without a doubt. How could i know someone was watching me, if i couldn’t see their face? And what exactly would he be watching me for?

For some reason, thinking of his face makes me so tired. I don’t normally feel when i am fading, but I know i am fading slowly out.

And I have to find a way to shut down that hum.